I've always been a firm believer that any day spent fishing, even if you catch nothing, is still better than a day not fishing. It's just one of those truths of the universe I guess. When it was announced that my extended family was going to take a trip to Grindstone City, I was really excited to learn that the rental house had a slip in the harbor.
Even though we didn't have a boat, a slip implied that there was a dock, and if there was a dock, then there was a place for me to fish!
I know I implied that I was finished posting stuff about this trip to Grindstone a couple of weeks ago, but I promise, this is really it now!
It was Tuesday morning when I decided I was going to go out and try my luck at some fishing. I had to first drive around the corner to a local party store and get some worms to use. They didn't have much of a selection, so I just took a container of night crawlers and I figured I could split them up into smaller chunks.
Then, I had to brave the walk down the dock to get to my destination. You can't really see it in the picture above, but there were about a million Trump flags lining the dock on each of the boats. Trump is probably my least favorite person on the planet, so I definitely a little uneasy walking down the dock.
I made it though and before I knew it, I had a line in the water and I was anxiously awaiting the moment my bobber dipped below the water. The dock was kind of narrow, so it was a bit of a chore setting all my stuff down and getting settled into my position.
I probably should have taken a folding chair to sit in, but then I wouldn't have been able to dangle my legs off the dock and dip my toes in the water every now and then.
I tried to take as many photos as I could while minimizing the risk of dropping my phone in the harbor. That would have been a pretty horrible way to end a fishing trip! The water was cool on my feet and although the sun was beating down on me, I don't remember feeling overly hot. There was a nice breeze coming in off Lake Huron that made things pleasant.
I'd been fishing for a while when I realized that I had forgotten to bring my fishing license down to the dock with me. I quickly texted my niece and asked her if she could run it out to me. Normally, I wouldn't have worried about it too much (especially since I had yet to get a single bite). However, the DNR (Department of Natural Resources) had a pretty heavy presence in the area and I didn't want to risk getting my equipment confiscated.
Part of the fun of fishing was just looking around at the different boats and houses that called the harbor home. check out that break wall in the picture above for example. Where do you think that door with the life preserver on it leads?
Just to the left of the pontoon boat there.
Sadly, after sitting out for close to an hour, I had failed to get any bites. Like I said though, it was still a pretty darn good day. It was quite peaceful on the end of that dock. It was getting close to lunch time and the fishermen who had went out early to try their luck were starting to come back into the harbor.
The little shack in this photo belonged to one of the charter companies. I watched them pull in with their client and hang five or six nice looking fish on the board for them to get their picture taken with. Then they proceeded to clean them for the client while they loaded their stuff up in the car.
It was a pretty cool process to watch. I don't know how much they paid for the charter, but they were clearly having better luck than I was!
Just to the left in the photo above there was a public boat launch where people could bring their own boats for a day of fun on the water. I watched a nice fishing boat try to launch, but they weren't able to disengage the boat from the trailer, so they ended up pulling away and never coming back.
I felt a bit sad for them. They were probably pretty excited to get out on the water and unfortunately, they made the trip for nothing.
I carefully took a couple obligatory selfies, making sure I didn't drop my phone or my pole in the water and I was getting ready to come in for the day. I had only gotten many one significant bite the whole time I was out there and honestly it could have just been a weed for all I know.
My original worm was still intact and my resolve was running quite low.
I had decided yep, I'm calling it, when my phone alerted me that I had a text from 
Sadly, he had about the same luck as I did. He said he could feel the fish biting his toes when he had his feet in the water, but I think he might have been imagining it. Either that, or it was just the minnows.
As he was fishing, there was a dragon fly that took a unique interest in our bobber. I am not sure you can see it too well in the photo above, but it eventually landed on the bobber.
I may have not caught any fish, but it was still a pretty great morning spent on a dock in the harbor. I got to enjoy nature, spend some peaceful time in my own thoughts (you might even call it meditation), I got to spend some time making memories with my nephew, and I got some pretty awesome shots for this post.
I call that a pretty great day!
What do you think?
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